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Tuesday Tales - Green

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my WIP (Work In Progress) All I Want for Christmas, a holiday themed M/M romantic comedy that was born from a previous picture prompt here on Tuesday Tales. This story is completed and is now in the first round of editing.


This week our word prompt is ‘Green’. Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.

Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!

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I`d just like to say bugger Ben Franklin for coming up with the ditty ‘Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.’ Bullshit. All it does is make a man run down, thereby making him too exhausted to perform well on the job, and since his brain is mush from sleep deprivation he is far from wise. Throwing the duvet aside I stared up at the skylight and enjoyed the stars twinkling above Cooper`s rustic homestead. Turning in at nine sounds good in theory, but in reality it sucks.

I now had my seven hours in, it was four o’clock in the freaking morning and I was wide awake. Cooper`s soft snores bounced off the logs. I was terribly overheated. Lofts are great ideas but all that heat coming up makes it feel like you`re sleeping beside a blast furnace. Sitting there like a frump I swore I would not concede to the tossing, turning, sweaty nights rest as having anything to do with the sinfully sensual man sleeping on his sofa. Nope. I had made up my mind. My guns had been stuck to. Yippee for me and my morals.

Tossing the thousand count sheet to the floor I got dressed in more of my host`s clothing. Like a thief I snuck down the stairs. I didn`t want to wake Cooper so fiddling in the kitchen was out, as was watching TV. With nothing else to do I pulled Coop`s boots back onto my feet, slid my arms into his parka, grabbed a pair of gloves from a basket beside the coat rack and stepped outside.

The cold air was brisk and made me shiver at first. I hugged myself and stepped down the few stairs to the path between house and studio. The moon was round and white. It really did give the luster of mid-day to objects below. I wondered why Cooper didn`t have a tall green Christmas tree yet. It wasn`t like he`d have to go far to get one. Maybe he didn`t observe that tradition.

I paced the walk a few times. I`ll be damned but for a man who had stuck to his moral convictions so nicely I was having one hell of a time coming to terms with my decision. Maybe I shouldn`t be such a straight-laced Annie all the time. Perhaps I should march inside, peel off my clothes and tell Cooper to use and abuse me like a Black & Decker.





Copyright ©by V.L. Locey



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Wind in White Birch - Issue # 9

It`s time once again for another issue in my free contemporary romance Wind in White Birch.

I hope you`re enjoying reading this romance as much as I`m enjoying writing it for you.


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Chatting with Samantha Kay

Howdy guys and dolls! I`m very happy to have a fellow Storytime Trysts author stopping by for a visit today. Sam is a bubbly M/M writer that can really write a great tale with lots of spicy bits. And you know I do enjoy the spicy bits! *wink-nudge* I know you`ll enjoy meeting her.

Take it away, Sam!

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Hey! Thanks for hosting me today Vicki, it’s much appreciated!


Well, I’ve never done a guest blog post like this, but here goes!



I started writing about a year ago. I had a story in my mind, which I needed to get down onto paper before it devoured my brain, that story was Damaged Goods –one I admit I actually hate! I like the premise of it, but I’m re-writing it because of the poor quality of my writing, which portrays the emotion and difficult storyline very badly!

Anyhow, after Damaged Goods was out of my system, I started on With Regret. I have finished and published Part One, however I am also going back over this to add some more depth to it! I am also working on Part Two of this at the moment, but I’m going to be awkward and re-release With Regret as a full story when Part Two is finished, and it’s all be polished to (near) perfection :-)

I enjoy doing free-reads, such as my current story Forbidden Crush which is posted on Storytime Trysts and Nifty –oh don’t get me started on how AWESOME Nifty is!! Nifty is what encouraged me to start writing in the first place, and was the source of my first group of readers!

Anyway, Forbidden Crush is a short romance story, a m/m love affair! Check it out at Storytime Trysts where there are also other romance stories by a bunch of great writers!

Well, I think I’ll leave it here, but feel free to check out my blog to find out more and see the progress of my work and what other projects I have going on!

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Thanks again Vicki! This has been awesome :-)

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Excerpt from ‘Forbidden Crush’

*This excerpt contains adult language and is not suitable for work*

“You ok?” Darren laughed quietly.

Jamie’s eyes darted up to look at Darren, his stomach doing a flip at being caught and his face beginning to burn furiously. A tingling sensation began to creep up the back of his neck. Fuck, did he really just catch me doing that?

”Sorry.” Jamie choked, his voice a husky whisper. “I was just. I wasn’t. I err.”

Darren raised an eyebrow at Jamie, who was staring back wide-eyed.

Jamie quickly stood up, his heart feeling heavy. I just need to kiss you. So. Fucking. Badly.

He darted over to Darren and grabbed his face, before hastily planting his lips to his.

Without hesitation Darren grabbed Jamie’s waist and kissed him back. Gasping as he let his tongue dive through Jamie’s lips.

"I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Jamie panted, as his hands then clutched at the back of Darren’s neck.

"Me neither,” Darren said lost for breath, his body becoming hot as his arms encased Jamie affectionately.

Darren backed Jamie up against the wall, before letting his hungry mouth wonder down Jamie’s face and into his neck, where he then began to suck and nibble.

"Oh Darren.” Jamie whined, his cock throbbing painfully as a tingling sensation overwhelmed his body. “Why can’t I leave you alone.”


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Phew! I wasn`t kidding, was I? Samantha writes some wonderfully steamy M/M romance. Thanks for stopping in Sam, it was a joy having you here!

Tuesday Tales - Sand

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my WIP (Work In Progress) All I Want for Christmas, a holiday themed M/M romantic comedy that was born from a previous picture prompt here on Tuesday Tales. This story is completed and is now in the first round of editing.


This week our word prompt is ‘Sand’. Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.

Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!



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I stared at him over my steaming mug. “You`re such a damned contradiction of a man,” I admitted, at a total loss as to how to proceed. “I`ll be honest and say that you have got me spinning right round, baby, right round.”

“Yeah, I`m dizzy myself,” Coop confessed. “I`m not going to promise you anything that I can`t deliver, Alex. I would like nothing better than to take you upstairs and love you until I work off this clawing need I seem to have for you. If you`re willing to spend the night in my bed with no strings attached, then I`m more than happy to have you there. If you`re looking for more….”

“Thank you for your honesty,” I said. He inclined his head minutely and took another swallow of his hot chocolate. I turned from him to gaze out into the night. We drank together in silence while I mulled things over. He didn`t push and for that I was very grateful.

“Okay, so here`s what I`ve come up with,” I announced after what felt like ten minutes had passed. I inhaled deeply and turned to face Cooper. “Since we`re being honest I`m not going to pull punches,” I paused to give him time to say something. He remained silent so I rambled on. “I am very attracted to you. I mean, so attracted that I have been fighting with myself over what to do next. I`m not the decrepit old man that you are…”

“Touché,” he smiled sardonically and sipped his cocoa.

“.... But I`ve been around the block a time or two. I`m well aware of what it feels like to want someone, although I`ve never wanted a man as intensely as I do you. That being said,” I quickly sliced off whatever he was going to say, “I am also aware of who I am and what I need. I`m not a man that falls into bed without some sort of relationship in the works,” I explained, the steam from my hot chocolate wafting up to tickle my nose. “If I sleep with you I will hate myself in the morning,” I confessed then ran an appreciative eye over him. “I`m pretty sure sleeping with you would make the self-loathing almost worth it.”

“Almost, but not quite,” Coop said. I nodded. “Well,” he coughed, “At least you`re honest. I`d much rather spend the night alone than have a weeping Mary on my hands in the morning. I don`t do relationships, not anymore. I would like to see you again though. I find myself incredibly drawn to you.”

I had to stick my left hand under my armpit to stop myself from reaching for him. It would be so damned easy to let my body do the thinking. He was like the ocean and I the sand. Each look or word from him swept a few granules of my determination out to sea.

“I don`t see how that can work, I`m sorry.” I smiled weakly, handed him my half empty mug then turned to climb the stairs to the loft.

“It would if you relaxed a little and just tried to enjoy this attraction we have for each other. I`m willing to see where it will take us,” he called after me.

I shook my head. Not looking back was torture.



Copyright ©by V.L. Locey

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Wind in White Birch - Issue # 8

It`s time once again for another issue in my free contemporary romance Wind in White Birch.


I hope you`re enjoying reading this romance as much as I`m enjoying writing it for you.


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Zom-Rom-Com Whazzit Now?

That`s generally the first thing I hear when I tell folks I write zombie romantic comedy as well as standard Rom-Com. I can just imagine what my books do to some people’s well-defined literary and genre structure.

“But I can`t even think of what genre her work falls under! It must be a horror book, it has zombies!”

“But no, it has comedy and romance, therefore and ergo, it must be a Rom-Com.”

“Yes, but it also has gay men doing wicked and saucy things! It must be gay erotica!”

Many people will smile as if they know what I`m talking about while others, the more direct ones, will ask me what the flying *#*# I`m smoking. I`ve even had folks inform me that there is no way a story with zombies can or should be funny or romantic. I disagree.

Who says a zombie story can`t be funny? Where is it written that you can`t laugh at the undead? Did anyone inform the directors of Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland about this unwritten law barring comedy from zombie stories?

And who the heck says that romance can`t be found in a zombie story? Has anyone seen Warm Bodies since it came out, or read the book? I personally feel that any story benefits from a touch of romance and that extends to my Zom-Rom-Com books. Toss in the added goodness of gay partners being the lead and you can really throw some people into a tizzy!

Yes, you have to walk a sometimes very fine line because we are dealing with a rather squicky subject matter. The undead can be rather unattractive, and we don`t need to dwell on their rather funky body odor. Also, they do tend to be somewhat discourteous at the dining table. But, who is to say that all zombies have to be so culturally deplorable?

If you look at my two leading men in the Two Guys novellas, you won`t find anything icky or remotely squicky about Paul and Gordon. Oh no, those two are hot as hell and nary a groan or moan escapes their lips unless they`re wound in each other arms. Are my leading men zombies then you may be asking? Well, sort of but not exactly. They still have their looks, wit, and libido so they`re not the typical infected walking dead that you`d expect. What they are is two men deeply in love, carrying a possible secret inside them that just might save humanity.

Hopefully you`re as interested in a funny, sexy romp through the world of the shambling undead as I am! You can find the first part of Paul and Gordon`s story, Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse, in the anthology He Loves Me For My Brainsss, available now from Torquere Press. I`ve signed a contract for the first of three proposed Two Guys novellas with Torquere Press, so it shouldn`t be too long for the next installment in my Zom-Rom-Com tale to be released.

If you`d like to grab a copy of He Loves Me For My Brainsss, just click on the cover image over on the right.

For those of you who are still on the fence, how about a wee whistle whetter from the first novella that started it all? Here`s a small bit of fun with Paul and Gordon when they encounter their first wave of zombies in a Do-It-Yourself Depot store.


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“I`m leaving the cart here,” Gordon whispered. A small brown sparrow flew down at us then swooped out the open door. That was a prudent thought since the doorway was blocked. I nodded in agreement then we approached the handcart with our shovels held in a defensive manner.

“Is that blood?” Gordon inquired as we neared the cart. “Shit, Paul, I think that`s blood.”

My fingers tightened on my spade. Yes, I know a shovel and a spade aren`t the same thing. Fucking sue me. I was mildly freaked out to see the splash of red covering the park bench boxes.

“I`m choosing to think that it`s redwood stain for the moment,” I whispered while placing a foot onto the cart. It dipped precariously and I quickly got both feet up to stabilize things. I craned my neck out, trying to grab a peek around the jammed door. Gordon stepped onto the cart, the handle of his shovel planted into my lower lumbar.

“It doesn`t look like stain,” he said.

“We`ll worry about that later,” I hissed, forcing the issue from my mind. Sometimes that`s a very effective way of dealing with unpleasant things. Gordon has pointed out, more times than is actually needed in my humble, that all I need do is add ‘Fiddle-Dee-Dee’ onto the end of my refusal to ponder upsetting ideas. Personally I tend to envision myself more as Ashley Wilkes than Miss O’Hara. Gowns made out of drapes don`t look good on me. Don`t ask how I know that.

“It`s stain. Now, let`s just focus on finding the drunk and lending Rusty a hand, shall we?!”I sounded tarter than I had intended and quickly whispered an apology.

Gordon shuffled behind me, his weight now shifting forward as he too tried to peer around the stalled door. We both jerked backwards when something flew past us. It was not a sparrow of that I was sure. It sailed right under our noses and hit one of three neatly stacked half wooden barrels with a splat. Eyes round as saucers I saw it was a severed human hand missing the thumb. Gordon`s pleasant weight left my back instantly as my mind tried to decide if I should scream or vomit.

Bile rose up the back of my esophagus. Vomiting had won it seemed. Swallowing like a hippopotamus with a soccer ball stuck in its throat, I danced backwards, stumbling from the cart in reverse. Gordon shouted. I whirled around, spade trembling wildly, to see a heavy-set woman pawing my man. I knew who she was. It was Ruth, the effervescent older woman who sometimes meets shoppers with a smile and a free cup of coffee in the vestibule. Yes, I know her name as well. Get over it. Gordon`s eyes were wide, his hand was wound in her tousled hair as he struggled to get away from the hussy.

Tuesday Tales - Spider

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my WIP (Work In Progress) All I Want for Christmas, a holiday themed M/M romantic comedy that was born from a previous picture prompt here on Tuesday Tales. This scene takes place before the package scene from last week. Sorry for going out of order, but I had to tug the snippet to coincide with the photo prompt. This story is completed and is now in the first round of editing.


For those who were wondering what was in the box Cooper gave Alex, it was a key. If you wish to know what the key unlocked you`ll have to grab a copy when the book comes out around Christmas. I know, I`m terribly wicked at times. Cooper and Alex met after Alex`s cat, Mr. Tibbets, walked on his master`s Ipad while Alex slept and ordered an outrageously priced oil painting from Cooper, who is a famous wildlife artist. Then came a blizzard, snow sentinels, sneezing cats, old women who knit undergarments and too many comedic situations to list. It turns into quite the holiday season for the artist and the senior center director!

This week our word prompt is ‘Spider’. Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.

Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!








“Your pants are soaked. Give them here and I`ll toss them in the dryer,” Cooper said just the way my mother used to when I was a boy. I turned and peeled them off. “The shirt too,” he added stepping up behind me. I handed over the sodden Wranglers then tugged the fleece over my head. “I`m not trying to pry, but is that a spider on your ass?”

This is why a man should not let his mother buy him underwear. I threw my chin up and defied him to say another word. “Yes, it is. These are my lucky Spider-Man boxers. Now if you could stop gawking at my ass, some clothes would be appreciated.”

The man clamped his mouth shut then walked off chuckling. There was a second where I debated about defending Spidey but I said bugger that as well. Instead of arguing for web slingers on your underwear I removed a mug from the dishwasher, my goal a fresh cup of hot java to ease the pink in my cheeks.

“Here you go, your own clothes,” Cooper held my Darth Stewie sleepers and Toby Keith concert tee. I thanked him, placed my full mug to the island then slid my cold legs into the well-worn pajama bottoms.

I turned around to find Cooper enjoying my shirtless state. He took his time meeting my eyes. When he did a slow burn was taking place in his gaze.

“Where did you get this?” he asked, stepping close then running his finger over the scar across my right pectoral. The skin quivered. My nipple puckered tightly as he traced the line of pink flesh enticingly close to the sensitive nub.

“Skating accident,” I squeaked. He knew his touch was affecting me; I could tell by the way the corner of his goatee would twitch in amusement. He stopped, fingertip resting just below puckered nipple.

“I`m sorry, did you say ‘skating accident?’” he asked. I bobbed my head and used his shock to put some distance between him and I. Nonchalantly I threw a leg over a stool then pulled Toby on. Toby would protect me from Cooper`s powers of seduction. “Did someone skate over you as you lay shirtless and unconscious on the frozen pond?”

“No, Senor Sarcasm,” I took a loud slurp of my coffee. Coop snorted then sat down beside me, his mug of sugared black cradled between his skilled hands. “It`s a long story that you would find boring.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” the snide bastard countered with a wry sideways glimpse. “I`m beginning to think nothing about you is boring.”



Copyright ©by V.L. Locey






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Of Heroes & Hay Bales Cover Reveal!

I am just tickled pink to be able to share the cover artwork for the second novel in my Gods & Goats trilogy with y`all!

Of Heroes & Hay Bales will be available in both print and eReader formats on 4/6/13, gods willing and the creek don`t rise as my granny used to say. Purchase information will be passed along closer to the release date.

Storytime Trysts - Wind in White Birch # 7

It`s time once again for another issue in my free comtemporary romance Wind in White Birch.




I hope you`re enjoying reading this romance as much as I`m enjoying writing it for you.



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Guest Blogger - Kayelle McClive

As a special Valentine`s Day treat today we have the author of a newly released romance novel! What better way to celebrate the day then discussing love and romance? I`m thrilled to have Kayelle here today. She`s a lovely, witty, talented writer who shares a smiliar attraction for a certain Marvel comics archer that I have. I know you`ll enjoy meeting her!

It`s all yours, Kayelle!

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First of all I must thank the lovely Vicki for hosting me here today.


I figured I could give a little insight into how Confederate Moon came to life and the years (literally) that went into making it.

My husband and I do professional photography. We were shooting a wedding at the Mormon/Farnsley House in Louisville, KY. It was at one time a plantation farm. There were various little displays where the wedding reception was being held and some of them referenced the slaves lives etc. My husband casually walks up to me and says. “What if the South won the Civil War because vampires made themselves known to the world and helped them to win?”

My brain exploded into a million ideas, all over the place but the one idea I kept coming back to was that slavery would still exist, but in a different form. Corporations and Banks wouldn’t be the source of wealth, it would be individuals who had control of large amounts of money, mainly vampires. Vampires would pull the strings of the wealthy, the politicians and never lift a real finger.

Of course I had to throw the werecreatures (wolves, leopards, bears etc) into the mix as the adversaries. They needed to be the equalizers while the mages stood on whichever side of the fence they benefitted from more.

The idea that one could become a slave due to the debt they owed seems rather barbaric to us but in an alternate reality where vampires, werewolves, mages, demons and angels exist and are out in the open, it could be very real. And it worked well to put humans very shakey ground.

So began almost a year of study before I ever really put pen to paper. I looked up Civil War battles, economics, the reason why the Civil War happened, (yes it was slavery but it honestly came down to the almighty $$.) I read a lot, I took a college course on the subject and then read a little more.

I fell in love with that time period in American history and to be able to warp it, to add the supernatural and bend it to my will has been far more fun than I ever dreamed. The West was never settled and is called the Wilds of the West, it mainly belongs to the indigenous peoples, the Native Americans. The werecreatures are welcome there, vampires, not so much.

Will you see mention of this in the book, not a lot. Authors will tell you that 90% of the research you do to create a world never sees the light of day, but we need it to know who are characters are, the world they live in and how they survive.

I hope this little insight has peaked your interest in my first novel. “Confederate Moon.”

Enjoy Everyone!!

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“Look at your neck and tell me you can decide who to trust or not. God damnit!” he growled, slamming his hand into the steering wheel before he ran it over his face.

I looked into the mirror and noticed the two small wounds in my neck—a vampire bite. I looked over at him, then at the wounds, touching them. They hurt, they were fresh, and the blood that remained on my fingers was proof of that.

“What the hell is going on, Nolan? I just met you last night and you’re ordering me around like a child. Who are you? Why did you buy the bar, huh? You’re not telling me everything I need to know.” I could feel it then, that he was hiding something from me.

He turned to look at me. “Promise me, Bryne, that you will not go to her or try and find out about your family, at least not from her.”

“Why would I promise you anything?”

“Because I’m asking you to!” he yelled, but there was a growl in it. It wasn’t a sound that could be mistaken for anything else. It didn’t scare me as much as it made me angry. I folded my arms across my chest and turned to look out the window. It wasn’t that he made me angry; it was the gut reaction of wanting to obey him. I wanted to do what he told me, and I had no clue why. It was the same feeling as when he’d told me to get into the truck.

“Fine. Whatever,” I muttered. I wanted to get to my place and away from Nolan. Whatever dreams I’d had about him last night were totally ruined. To be honest, there was a part of me that found it kind of cool that he was being all wolfy with me. I mean I barely knew the guy so Estellan must be really bad news for him to be so adamant about me staying away from her.

Neither of us spoke the rest of the ride back. The only sounds were those of the truck on the road and the storm that raged overhead.

The minute Nolan put the truck into park, I threw the door open and headed for the front door. I had nothing to say to him right then, and the farther I was from him the better. I fumbled with the keys that hung around my wrist, trying to find the right one as the rain soaked me. I heard the door slam and knew he was right behind me.

“Bryne, stop!” he said as he grabbed the keys from my hand. I hated his damn wolf fast reflexy…whatever it was!

“Give me the keys. I promised I would stay away from her, now leave me alone.”

“I need to explain,” he said right before thunder shook the ground as it rolled through the sky.

“Explain what? That you said you owned me?” I yelled back at him. I took a step forward, pointing a finger at him. “You don’t own me, you got that? You bought the bar debt. You didn’t buy me. I’m not a whore. I’m not your slave, and you can’t treat me like a child.” I jabbed my finger into his chest. “So back the fuck off, mister!” I didn’t care that I was getting wet or that I was arguing with a werewolf on the sidewalk in front of my bar. A very gorgeous, sexy werewolf who’d just carried me over his shoulder out of a vampire’s house.

The next thing I knew his hands were on my face and he was kissing me. Dear God could he kiss! If I thought the dream I’d had the night before was amazing, this put it to shame. The real thing was waybetter than a dream. His lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue pushed into my mouth making my knees weak.

Kissing him back was instinct and without a thought I grabbed the belt loops of his jeans, holding on as we kissed. I didn’t care that we were standing there in heavy rain, or that the winds had picked up around us. All I cared about was the feel of his lips on mine, and his tongue swirling against my own. The connection I’d felt the night before returned, the heat from him filled me up, wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I wanted to stay there forever. I gripped his belt loops tighter, wanting to hold onto him as long as I could.

He pulled back from me quickly and stared down at me, water running down his face, dripping from his beard. “You need to get inside and get dry. I’ll be by later this afternoon with the paperwork.”

And without another word he pushed my keys into my hand and left me standing there, lips still swollen and throbbing, my body instantly cold.